#mafiaromance #thriller

As soon as the enemy leader saw his chance, he fled. No one even attempted to catch him. Perhaps everyone's attention was on Ezal.

Karim looked up at the cliff. It was very deep. If he had fallen from here, there was no way he could have survived. For a moment, he froze. His breath caught in his throat. When he came to his senses, he didn't know how he had managed to regain his composure and ordered his men,

"Go down and find him."

As soon as his men heard the order, they immediately started down the cliff. And he stood there, just looking down. It was impossible to survive a fall from such a high cliff.

"Ezel is dead. What will happen now?" Karim heard a voice from his right side. He turned his head to the right. The voice was that of his right-hand man, Joseph.

"How can you say that? We don't know yet. Maybe he's alive," Karim said hopefully.

"Karim, he was shot in the chest and he fell from that height. If we hadn't seen him fall with our own eyes, we could still say that there's a chance Ezel could still be alive."

Joseph's words were harsh, but they were true. It would be an impossible feat for Arsalan Ansari to survive a fall from such a high cliff.

Karim's eyes welled up with tears. He fell to his knees and began to weep bitterly.

Arsalan was not just his friend, he was his brother and his family. Today, Karim was once again an orphan. His family was gone.

The sky, which was covered in dark clouds, seemed to be crying along with him. His men stood there, they too were in a state of shock and grief. There was an eerie silence. Everyone standing there had lost their leader. The shock was great. The grief was even greater.

Only the sound of the thunder could be heard and Karim's sobs. 

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Sahira was still screaming. She was crying uncontrollably. Johra was trying to comfort her sobbing sister.

Her own condition was no better. The whole house was burning down. Black smoke was billowing out of it. The fire seemed like a monstrous beast, engulfing the house in its deadly embrace.

Sahira felt like she was going to die. She had once seen her child die in her arms. And now she was seeing another child burning in the fire. Was this also a punishment for Arsalan Ansari's sins?

No, this was Sahira Hamid's test. But she couldn't understand that.

"Allah... Allah..." Sahira began to cry out to Allah. All around them, the heartbreaking screams of a mother filled the air.

"Sahira, no. You calm down. Please."

Jahra didn't know how to comfort her sister. What could she say to her? What could she say to a mother whose child was burning to death before her eyes?

"Mama!!!"

Both sisters heard the cry, and Sahira's heart pounded in her chest. She pulled away from Johra and followed the sound, her...